Passionately fucking now, Judy continued uncontrollably bouncing, wildly riding him with firm, short up-and-down strokes, her movements combining with a full-hipped undulatory action that scoured every inner surface of her oozing vagina’s accordioning tissues. Her cheeky rear-end rapped solidly down on his thighs with voluptuously fleshy concussions that made her breasts continue to bounce as she engulfed the full length of his masculine horn.
Al was astonished by this woman. He was astonished by the intensity with which she was fucking, and he was astonished by the need that was in her. In the office she was always so cool, almost reserved, one would never guess there was so much fire inside her.
He reached down with his right hand, fumbling between them as if unsure as to what he was really doing. His hand was instantly drawn to the gaping brown-fringed cave that was giving him such delightful pleasure. He fondled the pouchy bulge of her outer labia, somehow managing to grind a knuckle against her shivering clitoris. The immediate climax she had undergone when she had initially sunk herself onto his cock made him realize just how sensuous this woman really was. Hell! She was one lusty wench, as he suddenly realized she was gritting her teeth to keep herself from crying out as the combination of his long cock in her cunt and his knuckles against her clitoris was setting her off again. Gasps burst from her panting lips and her beautiful eyes opened wide, becoming glazed as yet another climax seized her. This one she was unable to hold back, and she screamed, “Aaaiiieeeyyyaaaggghhhuuunnnggghhh!”
She went limp, falling forward, letting her body lie against him. The man twisted and pivoted his buttocks against the sofa cushions, pulling her against him, twisting, and finally getting her back on the couch with one of her legs draped over his shoulder and the other planted flatly on the floor to give her leverage.
Now it was Al’s turn to fuck, and fuck he did, slamming his cock into her as if there would be no tomorrow. He pounded solidly into her jerking body, making her quiver with tensed-up passion and bliss while he continued prodding her sucking cunt.
“Shoot, damn you!” she gasped at him. “I have only one more climax left in me before I need rest.”
Al pounded vibrantly into her sucking cunt and she slammed her one foot against the floor while digging her heel into the nape of his neck, tugging his cock that much more deeply into her sucking feminine morass. Her vaginal muscles gripped and pulled like none he had ever known and none he would ever know again, other than this same woman whom he would be fucking relatively steadily from then on. He pumped into her over and over and over, slamming his cock into a tunnel the like of which he was unable to believe truly existed. He was aware of her interior distending, and he knew she was about to climax one more time.
Hurrying his strokes a bit, Al realized his own culmination was finally there. Gasping, sweating so heavily the perspiration fell from him like rain, he continued pounding into her, and then he was there.
“Ohhhhhhh… yyyeeeaaahhh… hhhhaaannnnhhhhuuuuhhh… ggghhhaaannnggghhh… hhhuuunn-hhh… yyyaaarrrggghhhggghhh!” he bellowed, firing as he jerked in intense passion and bliss, prodding the narrow depths of her sucking pussy with driving hardness, then shooting it full of the viscous white fluid manufactured in his prostate.
“Eeyyyaaahhh… aaaggghhhgghhhuuunnnggghhhh!” Judy shrieked out, long and loud this time.
She pulled him down flat on top of her, taking his weight, thrilling to the firing of his sperm inside her. When it was over, she waited for him to roll off, and when he did so, he smiled at her and said, “That was one hell of an appetizer. What say you and I go out and have ourselves one whopping meal. Then we can go to a nightclub.”
“How can you afford a nightclub on what they pay us?” Judy asked.
“I can’t,” he told her. “It’s just that I hardly ever go out, and I’ve a little money saved up, over and above what I have in my I.R.A. account. Come on, let’s do the town tonight.”
“Okay!” she nodded.
CHAPTER TEN
San Francisco was a town one was able to do in style. There were all kinds of terrific restaurants, nightclubs, and if the theatrical entertainment didn’t quite rival that of New York, it was still good.
Al and Judy had one helluva good time, and afterward, they returned to his apartment where Judy spent the night. They experimented with every position he had ever known, and a few neither had ever heard of, before. Sleep finally came to them at seven on Sunday morning, and they slept right through until five o’clock the following morning. Both had the good sense to abstain from any more physical contact, knowing if they started, they would never get through the working day.
“I’d like to see you on the weekends from now on, if you have nothing else planned,” he told her.
“I’d like that,” she nodded. “Look, I know what you’re used to, so let me be the one to say it. No commitments, no entanglements, no promises until both of us feel we want it.”
“That’s fine with me,” Al nodded. “I’m glad you came.”
“So am I,” she nodded. “I never had the nerve to do it before. I guess if I don’t go ahead on out and do things by myself, they’ll just never get done. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It’s an old saw, but no truer words were ever spoken. Look, in the place, you know, where we work, let’s keep things cool. I don’t think it’ll benefit either one of us to let them know there’s something between us.”
“Fine,” Al nodded. “Want me to drive you home so you can change clothes?”
“I have my own car here, remember?” she reminded him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Kaufmann twins were something Al Bombannente had never experienced. They did everything together, which included an attempted bank holdup together eight years earlier which landed the two of them in prison for what seemed like forever. Both had been model prisoners, and as a result both had been put in the same cell. They were able to protect one another from the bulldykes who wanted them, and they discovered what it was like to make love to another female when they listened to all the other women in adjoining cells doing it in the dark, after which they experimented, themselves. They wondered if it was truly classified as incest when between two sisters. Since they were twins, fraternal, not identical, that made it even more interesting.
Linda was the taller of the two. She was also slightly heavier than Debbie her sister. Linda had blonde hair and blue eyes. She had full breasts, a fleshy waist, large hips, and a really large posterior. Debbie didn’t look the least little bit like her sister, and one would never have mistaken them for sisters, much less twins. Debbie was very slender, and the one place where she resembled her sister was in the cannon-shell shaped breasts that coned out the front of her dress.
Both girls wore wine-red skirts and grey blouses with wine-red jackets. They reported to Al every Monday, and he knew they were two hot and horny bitches. Neither had made a secret of wanting him to ball her, but Al knew to agree to one girl and not the other would wreak havoc. Yet he knew it was imminent that he would be screwing them, though he had no idea in what order. They were purposely giving him a hard time. Their employer, the owner of a small diner, complained ceaselessly to Al that the two women either harassed or propositioned his customers all day long. True, their propositioning brought many customers back, but if one of them tried walking out with a customer, the other would yell her head off, and as a result, neither girl actually got any action.
They were sitting across the splintery desk from Al and he sat back with his feet up, his hands in his pockets, saying, “You girls are just begging to go back inside, aren’t you. Hell! You’re out, be smart and stay out.”